Part 1
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Trish's eyes opened slowly, and then the sound of metal on metal filled her ears as she abruptly sat up and pulled against the restraints that held her. Her eyes fell upon the handcuffs holding her left wrist to the thick wooden bed-post, and then to the other which was handcuffed to... she blinked rapidly to clear her eyes, identifying the form next her. It was her best friend, Jen. Her mind raced furiously, trying to recall her last few moments of being conscious. They were... at a party? That's right... a party, drinking and having fun, and then what? She looked around the room wildly, trying to figure out where they were.
"Jen! JEN! Wake up Jen. Wake UP!" She shook her friend frantically, noting at the same time that Jen's right wrist was handcuffed to the opposite bedpost, and each of their ankles were fastened together in the middle and then their outside legs were cuffed to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed. They were handcuffed to each other AND to the bed. Who had done this???
"Jen, please." Trish began to sob gently, pleading with her friend to wake up, trying as best she could to remain calm. "P... please wake up. Wake up... WAKE UP!" At least they still were wearing their clothes from last night, that they could be thankful for. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt a tear run down her cheek. Finally she let out a breath of relief as Jen stirred, a moan coming from her mouth as she tried to sit up and look around.
"What... what's going on?" Jen's eyes found those of her friend and then, as she tried to brush the brown hair out of her face, widened as she saw the cuffs holding her to the bed and to her best friend's wrist. "Oh god. Oh god, where are we? What's happening? Trish? What happened?"
"I don't know." Trish shivered violently, holding back her tears, terrified at the thought of how they got here and what would become of them. "I just woke up, like this, I can't even remember what happened last night. Were we drugged? What's the last thing you remember?"
"Uhm, I..." The sound of heavy footsteps cut her voice off. The two young friends looked at each other, terror filling their eyes, both instinctively trying to move backwards against the top of the bed, shrink and make themselves as small as possible, as if they could hide from whoever was coming. The sound of a lock being undone met their ears, followed by a sorrowful creak as the heavy wooden door swung open and a large, dark frame filled the void.
"Both awake, I see. Good."
The frightened girls looked at each other, each searching the other's eyes for hints of recognition, of who this man was. Trish was the first to speak, trying her best to sound forceful and determined, despite the fear that made her tremble uncontrollably. "Who are you and what do you want?"
He walked slowly and deliberately around the side of the bed, close to where Trish laid, hopelessly bound, staring up at him with eyes full of hate. He reached down and stroked her long blonde hair, watching her jerk her head away from his touch. With a sadistic smile slowly spreading across his face he finally answered her. "Who I am doesn't matter. What I want, well, let's see if you two little sluts can't just figure that out." He then began to undress.
Jen whimpered loudly as she saw the stranger's clothing start falling to the floor piece by piece, the fear turning to panic and she cried out and pulled violently against the handcuffs holding her wrists and ankles. "Oh god... oh god no... please! PLEASE HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP!!! HEEEEELP MEEE!" Her screaming continued for a few more moments, expecting any second to be silenced by a gag or a punch to the face, but it never came. Instead she found a humored look on her attacker's face, and that's when she knew: no one could hear her. He didn't have to say a word, she knew it.
"Well, you are quite the screamer, aren't you? I guess I will start with you then." And with a broad grin he strode around the bed towards Jen, soaking up the sounds of her begging and whimpering. "Oh god no, please don't do this to me." She shook her head back and forth violently. "Please, please don't, please, I'll give you anything you want, just don't do this..." Her voice caught in her throat with a gasp as his hands found her body, groping her breasts through her shirt and then sliding down her sides to her hips. Her body quivered and shook at the stranger's rough touch, shaking and convulsing as if disgusted by the contact. Trish could only watch in horror as his hands roamed up and down her best friends body, and then grasping hold of her shirt, began to slowly, methodically tear it, ripping it open from top to bottom to expose the light blue lace bra covering her friend's breasts.
Jen's pleading and begging grew higher pitched and and began screaming again as his hands went to her pants, first unbuttoning them and then ripping them open, a long tear forming from the crotch down one leg. "NOOOOO! NO! STOP! PLEASE STOP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! OH GOD! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! PLEASE NO!" He continued to yank away at them until they were barely shreds of clothing left, her matching blue lace panties now totally exposed.
One hand slid down between her legs, touching her there, pressing against her young, tight pussy, and Jen's body squirmed and shook, trying to escape it. Trish squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed hard, forcing the words out of her mouth.
"Wait."
The man looked up at her, surprised by the loud, confident request that she made.
"Please. Don't hurt her. Take me instead. You can do anything you want to me."
He cocked his head, genuinely impressed by her courage. His hands left Jen's body for the moment, and she shook and moaned as he looked over at her friend, an involuntary sigh of relief leaving her mouth as she tried to catch her breath.
"I can do anything I want to you, huh? And why shouldn't I rape your little friend here as well? Why shouldn't I do whatever I want to the both of you?"
The girls made eye contact again, both knowing the answer, one terrified to admit it and the other not knowing whether or not she should. "You, you just shouldn't do anything to her, please, please just don't. Just do it to me, please."
He reach violently across Trish's body, causing her to flinch, but his aim was for Jen instead. His hand closed around her throat and she began to choke her, her body bucking wildly on the bed. "Why? Tell me why, now, or I'll choke your little friend here until she passes out."
"Okay! Okay, please stop it!" Trish sniffled and squeezed her eyes shut again. "You shouldn't hurt her because, because, she's still a virgin."
A smirk appeared on his face as he heard the answer that he expected. "Oh? Is she now? And what, you're not?"
"Well... no."
"Ah, so YOU'RE the slutty one, and she's the chaste one, is that it?"
Trish pouted gently at the accusation. "Something like that."
"And what about you?" His eyes went back to Jen, demanding a response from her. "You're okay with this? You're just going to lie there and let your friend sacrifice herself to save your virginity? You're not going to say anything to try and save your friend?"
Jen looked back and forth between her best friend and the stranger, searching for an answer. She didn't want her friend to be raped, but the thought of that man's hard cock invading her virgin body... her voice trembled as she spoke. "I... I don't want you to hurt either of us.... p... please..."
"Oh, but I'm going to have my fun, and I plan on having it with the both of you. However, this little situation has intrigued me. So, tell me, would you rather that I rape your best friend instead of you?"
"What? N.... No..."
